Art commentary on @Aduratheartist's new artworks "Echoes of the past, Fear of the unknown"

 


Indeed, I agree with Oscar Wilde that “Life imitates art far more than art imitates life.”

Life cycles around the past, the present and the future. So when @aduratheartist titles his two recent artworks “Echoes of the Past, Fear of the Unknown..” It is quite relatable. In both digital paintings, a young lady is used as the model and her skin colour depicts past and present. In the first painting “Echoes of the past” she's painted in black and white with her eye, lip, ear, hair and neckline painted in colour. The little butterfly earring on ear made me think “oh she was quite happy when she was younger”. 


A look at the second “fear of the unknown” brings many questions to my mind. On her neck is a locket showing her and her baby and her husband perhaps. She's in full colour but one of her eyes is painted in grey and teary and her earring is a simple grey stud. She was currently young and blooming but the future seemed quite a mess. So yeah, the future isn't sure it's completely unknown but what you don't know shouldn't scare you right?



A more interesting part I feel not everyone is talking about is the tattoo on the right side of her upper chest.



 First it alludes The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel 1511.



Above this tattoo is together forever. Okay, our model is quite a lover girl, lol. I'll interpret it in two ways: • falling in love, • the high ambitious passion that comes with being a youth.


When we fall in love as youth we all anticipate a Disney story of “happily ever after” sometimes life is fair and sometimes it all ends in a broken locket like the one hanging on her neck in the painting. On the other hand it represents the “together forever” emotions we have towards our dreams until reality hits and you decide if you still want to be what you thought you wanted to be. At the tail end of the “together forever” caption is an inscription of the sun and the moon and two hands reaching out to each other like “youth and old age” “bloom and night / death”. That's the two opposite poles of life yunno and @aduratheartist did quite a great job painting a whole evolution.

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Jekphrasa on X


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